His week has been spent in the cover of the forests, foraging and sharpening crude spears as best he can with sharp rocks. A knife would've been nice, but the Cornucopia is long past over and there's no point in dwelling on woulda, coulda, shoulda.
For the most part he keeps to the relatively familiar parts of the woods (green leaves and brown bark), but it's toward the end of the first week that he ends up on the edge of the greenwood. In the near distance pink leaves pierce the sky, and by nightfall sunset he's close enough to get a better look.
By nightfall, he regrets letting curiosity overwhelm caution.
The trees turn from pink to bursts of orange and red after the meteors strike, the ground rocking under his feet. He moves, quickly - and spots another figure attempting to do the same. He says nothing to her, just reaches for the back of her jumpsuit and lifts, bundling the girl in his arms as he bolts past the teal barked trees and makes a beeline for the green.
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For the most part he keeps to the relatively familiar parts of the woods (green leaves and brown bark), but it's toward the end of the first week that he ends up on the edge of the greenwood. In the near distance pink leaves pierce the sky, and by nightfall sunset he's close enough to get a better look.
By nightfall, he regrets letting curiosity overwhelm caution.
The trees turn from pink to bursts of orange and red after the meteors strike, the ground rocking under his feet. He moves, quickly - and spots another figure attempting to do the same. He says nothing to her, just reaches for the back of her jumpsuit and lifts, bundling the girl in his arms as he bolts past the teal barked trees and makes a beeline for the green.